Rain whips the roof of the forest
The sky strikes the light
You can still taste it
without the smoke
and remember the words of those strangers:
die away, hate child
Is it just that
northern sky gray
is smiling at you
Is alone in the dark now
lost in the shade of leaves
strength from the harness your anger
and you can see your home
Through that cold air
Through the darkest swamp of your mind
You hear what the rain beats
and the wind leads
I call the distant yearning
back to the shelter of the ear
And it takes you completely
no hate is cunning
it can never be taken away

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